Writings and Musings for France

Today, we went on a 3 hour hike up and around the small mountains and rocky cliffs off of the Mediterranean, about 30 minutes south and east of Marseille; the Calanques.

Our hike began as usual. We packed a sensible lunch of madelines (oh so light and tasty), coconut water, sardines, bananas, and the best halvah I have ever had. We added to these, two large jars of water, a change of underwear, and tissues. Then, we donned our hats and drove south. When we arrived at a place that looked good for parking, we exited the car, peed on the side of the road, and set off.

The hiking path was marked with red dots, a nice change from guessing where to go, and the terrain was not too bad. We also knew that our destination was a private little beach among the cliffs.

After about 1.5 hours of ups and downs and rocks and climbing, we arrived.

Of course, being France, the end of the trail had wine and bread, and so we sat for a moment to catch our breath, drink vin blanc, eat bananas, and watched the shore.